When Patrick arrived home with a huge smile plastered on his face, he unloaded the grocerys and went into the livingroom. He found Pete on the couch covered with a blanket with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth.

Patrick stood above him and put his hands on his hips. "What's wrong?"

Pete groaned and grabbed a tissue before answering. "I abe a cowd." His voice was very stuffy and barely able to understand.

"What?"

"I sad, i hab a cowd." Pete blew his nose and threw the tissue on the floor.

"A cold?"

Pete nodded and blew his nose again.

"Aw man, sorry Pete. Is there anything I can do for ya?" Patrick asked, still smiling.